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Sometimes I can feel myself dying.

With every second on the clock that ticks by there's another breath I've let out that I can't get back.

Seems oddly morbid.

I've never been a morbid person.

Except for the times that I am.

Today was one of those days, with exhales and regrets falling like raindrops and crashing against the ground.

Down, down, down.

I wonder if rain would fall up if it had the choice.

I bet it would.

Created: Aug 09, 2012


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